In the phones

They were in their phones
out on earth,
lost their amazement  
for the scenery
and the radiant greenery.
They were an impatient bunch
in a fussy state with no one to relate.
They had a self obsession and they were the children of the shining stars.
Won't you lend a hand
to these overprivileged egos?
Overprivileged egos
in this "reality" show.
 
We had fat demands
we had everything we needed  
we were completely conceited and
we're the children of the shining stars.
 
Won't you pray for the overprivileged egos?
Lend a hand in this "reality" show
 
We had instant entertainment
we had fat demands
we had everything we needed
we were completely conceited and
we're the children of the shining stars.
 
So give 'em all your money
give 'em all your attention
give 'em all your time
"Try to understand"
They are the last of a dying breed.
They are still divided,
perpetually in disarray,
they have a front row view of the streaming bullshit  
broadcasted straight to the Brain.
 
Don't forget, don't forget
where you all came from
the planet we rob and abuse
what will we do after this?
I fear we haven't a clue.
 
We were in our phones
in our phones.
 
We were in our phones
in our phones.
 
We wear our egos proudly
on our little profiles.
We lose ourselves in the image
of who we wish to be.
We're still children it seems,
our parents the shining stars
won't you lend a hand
to these evolving creatures?
Evolving creatures
 
Our ancestors roam these same lands
on another plane of reality out of time.
They are right here with us
navigating this strange terrain.
Remember that
Remember that.
 
In the midst of existence
the species got quite fed up
and they began taking over the system
out of pure resentment for this reality
they take matters into their own hands
and the riots broke out
and they turned the land into an asylum
called America
and we're no different from savage animals except we're much more conniving.
We're no different from the land on which we live and the skies above us
we're no different from
the fear we spread, fictitious and faulty.
 
We're the baby species
of all the forms of being in the cosmos.
We're no different from a new born infant or the burning sun.
We're no different from the elders or the waves on the ocean  
We're everyones brother or sister.
A symbol of communion,
we're the 7.5 billion who'll transform the present into whatever our intentions are
before we fade into eternity
Lets lend a hand.